Hamster Hell Novels & Stories

he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Levy snapped her fingers and in the seat where Logan was sitting now sat a squeaking hamster, with his round black eyes popping it glared at Levy as if wishing to nibble her to death. Levy languidly picked up a pizza box and smiled at the hamster sweetly as she said, “ You know if you would have nicely agreed with me then I wouldn’t have done something like this… I mean you can throw me into the dungeon if you want but …” she drawled out as she lowered her body at the level of the hamster and said in a babyish voice, “ But if you were to tell your pack that the reason you threw me into the dungeon is that I changed you into a tiny, one stomp crushing

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

Hazel hit her phone on the wall, she pushed her hair back in frustration. "Ma! Are you alright?" "Get lost, I want to be left alone.' Her driver bows then leaves her, Hazel wants to be left alone, she hates her life, hearing those words from the woman in jail, Hazel is the elderly woman in the hoodie who visited Camille Kyle, she feels betrayed, her husband's illegitimate daughter is right under the same roof with her, she had been caring for her even though, she doesn't love Barbara, at least, she was a mother figure to Barbara.

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “No biting, and no chewing,” Harry cautioned the zombie-woman sternly as they held a knife to their wrist. “Are we absolutely clear on that? This,” they gestured to their body. “Is an artwork. You do not maul it. That would be very rude of you, and we would have to rethink the hospitality that we are extending you.”

He shakes his head again. "Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all.

Charon bowed and left the throne room. The palace grounds and the surrounding fields were called Erebus. This was the deepest part of the Underworld. No birds flew there, but the sounds of wings could be heard from the three fearsome creatures who had just returned. These were Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megaera, the Furies, the Eumenides, or the Kindly Ones. They were hags, with snarky hair, red-hot eyes, and yellow sharp teeth. They slashed through the air over Erebus Field towards Hades' palace. They carried with them metal-studded whips. If they found a victim, they would whip the flesh from his bones. Their normal task was to visit the earth and punish evil-doers, but this time, it was of a

It's exterior wasn't too fancy, but one could tell it's material and decor were well thought of and were of high quality. Room service took the luggage off me, cordially greeting Alicia. We walked past the lobby into a very large dining hall - that was the thing with vampires they loved eating together on a table,it was a time when they could recount their ordeals,gossip, publicly abuse their "pets" and make mockery of humans. It was relatively empty besides the guy who sat at the extreme holding a wine glass and a bottle of human blood which read "Type B" drinking it in a quite particular way. There was also a crate with two bottles missing which Blake assumed was also filled with blood.

Creepy. As I approached the changing room, I could hear moans coming from inside. I opened the door. My eyes widened and I felt bile rising up in my throat. Darren was inside with his dick buried to the hilt in some girl. I stepped back as the disgusting smell of sex hit me like a ton of bricks. I stepped back to get away from them, I turned to run but came face to face with Sheila.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.